Page 53 of Snowy Secrets

Marcus groans under me as I cry out. He doesn't slow one bit. Instead, he wraps a hand in my hair and pulls me back, cold air swirling over my newly bared skin. His hot mouth covers most of my lone, exposed breast, running my nipple across the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

The pleasure surges. Our thrusts lose momentum, shorten, smack harder, shove him deeper. The angle helps him reach new places. Blood rushes so loud in my ears that I can only hear the roar of my pulse as my body gives in. Loose. Limp. At his mercy.

He pulls out my other breast and latches on, sending new quakes through me. My clit is so sensitive that every thrust sends sparks across my vision.

I promised to make his eyes roll back, but he is fucking mine into the back of my head. God, it's so much and so good. With his free hand rubbing my cold ass cheeks, he gives me a firm smack before he trails his fingertips over the round muscle to slide down my crack and tease my ass.

Part of me wonders if he's wishing another cock were here to help him fill me up. That same part of me wants that, too. But another part of me is glad to have this moment with just him, especially with the way he teases me like this.

Marcus slows, releasing my breast. After taking a few deep breaths, he pats my butt. "Off. Bend over the table."

I stand, trying not to wobble and grinning like an idiot at him. His matching grin makes me smolder inside.

"Not too far." He lifts and pivots the chair, and I'm glad he's not trying to stand.

I lean over the edge of the table, and Marcus traps me between his thighs, guiding me back over him. Once he's seated, he uses his thumb to spread my slick up to my ass and wiggles the tip into me. With both hands, he rocks me over his shaft until I'm bouncing in place, and we're both breathing hard.

"Yeah, sweetheart." His voice is raspy and rough. "Come for me again."

I give him exactly what he asks for.

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BELLA

My entire body shakes as Marcus strokes my flesh. His cock pulses inside me, but he's so hard still, and I've learned how long he can go before he's done.

When I have my legs under my control again, he lifts me and presses that fat head against my ass. "This okay?"

"Mmm." I nod. "Mmm-hmm."

God, it burns so good as we work him into my ass. Once I'm able to take most of him, which is a bit of a job without lube, he tips me back, grabbing my breasts in both hands to fondle me before he lifts my knees in his hands and places my feet on the table’s edge.

Spreading me wide makes him feel so much bigger, stretching me tight. "Fuck. Just that feels good."

His laughter is a soft rumble in his chest, and we're off to a slow start, lazy thrusts, barely an inch of movement that builds pressure and pleasure instantly.

Marcus kneads my thighs and nuzzles the side of my neck with his beard. "I love how eager you are to please…and be pleased."

My laugh is almost a giggle. "I am eager. I like sex. Especially when it's this good."

He chuckles and runs his hand down my thigh to cup my mound, drawing light circles over my clit. I shudder, clamping down again over his cock in my ass and empty in my core.

I like anal, but I decidedly like it better when I have a cock in my pussy, too.

As if he can read my mind, Marcus slides two fingers into me, giving me exactly what I want.

I grab a hold of his thighs and turn my head. "Is your leg okay?"

"Yes," he grumbles. "The angle takes the weight off. And I had a pretty solid distraction against the pain until you reminded me."

"Oh. Sorry." I wriggle a little over him, nudging him deeper and making us both groan. His thrusts pick up a little, both from his hips and his hand. He's sure to slap his palm against my mound. Pleasure shortens my breath and has me seeking more.

"Fuck, I love the way you move." His free hand slides up to curl around my throat, hold me against him, and let me wiggle. So I do, seeking the new height that will catapult me toward another orgasm.

When his hips start rocketing up into me harder, I lift to peer between my thighs, seeing both the erotic as fuck sight of him fucking me with his cock and fingers and that his injured leg is extended to keep the weight off.

Fine. Good. As long as he isn't hurting himself.

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